Author Archives: montecyril

Time speaks a million times  In each cell and greying line  That when the fruit begins to decay  Can the fading star make our day?  Dust of disuse falls like rain  And wisdom harvests in the pain  We’ve seen our parents into the night  Now it’s our turn to share their plight  No rancour atContinue reading “Going grey: A poem “

The unfortunate baldie would seldom revel at his barren disposition. For he’d really be scratching his scalp over why the weather winds wickedly over some heads. Like this naked head who visited the shrink and said: “Doctor, I’m having hair-raising nightmares.”  But for those who have been scouring the four corners of the world, soContinue reading “A bald patch has no match: Just for laughs “

How winter arrives like a string of grey pearls  Cold and icy, devoid of a child’s curls  Rattling the windows in gusty sweeps  Their hinges wailing in arthritic creaks  Leaves turn brittle like unfulfilled dreams  The air gets cloaked in misty streams  I feel the freeze of an enemy’s shoulder  Time quickens pace, the oldContinue reading “Winter’s grab, spring’s handshake: A poem “

Beauty is a paradise  Its fruit are so sweet and nice  Fortune and fame fondly smile  Abundance like the river Nile  But cherish not the apple a bit  When life is only morally decrepit  For the honey of innocence is very fine  But the flashlights are not worth a dime  And to try and beContinue reading “Beauty: A poem “

The eternal fountain comes from the source divine  The nectar of the Gods is sweeter than wine  The Garden of Eden is surrounded by the wall  Within it, its robust inmates walk ever so tall  The stepped ziggurats glow with a light so old  Their pinnacles surround the Tree of Life so bold  And theContinue reading “Paradise: A poem “

Pick at the straw  Let the hunger thaw  Shut the door  Hear the insides roar  What ails the messiah  Is his own defiance  The question is in the doubt  Not in predicaments without  Has he his fledglings fed?  When his head is all too red  For when he is sore and forlorn  his heart is renderedContinue reading “The bird’s nest: A poem “

Hope is that mirage that keeps us all alive  The thanksgiving turkey sliced with a knife  To the chef, the first splash of cooking oil  A dream of harvests after the relentless toil  Hope is that lamp that leads us in the dark  For prehistoric man, what ignited the fire was the spark  For theContinue reading “Hope: A poem “

To us all, the past seems irretrievably lost. Even memories begin to fade. But time is cyclical…as can be witnessed in the cyclical precession of the sun. The sun takes 25,920 years in its circular precession, to get back to the point where it started.   All motion is circular, and so is time’s motion.Continue reading “Past, present and future “

Spring’s naked birth is an infant’s dawn  The cherub of promise as new life spawns  The sunshine of tomorrow, the harvests of corn  Expectations and dreams of innocents drawn  Summer is the courage, that youth is armed with  The heat of passions with which the heart is lit  Strong as steel, malleable as silver  ToContinue reading “The four seasons of life: A poem “

Touching the sands, they fall and rise  Reminiscent of how life grows and dies  Sparkling in the sun; but does one see  how they bring in the wealth of the sea?  The cornucopia of riches is in the giving  Their blues and greens, hues of dying and living  In the eddies of tempests, they groanContinue reading “Waves: A poem “